View allAll Photos Tagged bottomless
Redemption Song; Bob Marley.
Old pirates, yes, they rob I,
Sold I to the merchant ships,
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit.
But my hand was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty.
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have,
Redemption songs,
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery,
None but ourselves can free our minds.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it,
We've got to fulfil de book.
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have,
Redemption songs,
Redemption songs,
Redemption songs.
Emancipate yourself from mental slavery,
None but ourselves can free our mind.
Have no fear for atomic energy,
'Cause none of them can stop the time.
How long shall they kill our prophets,
While we stand aside and look?
Some say it's just a part of it,
We've got to fulfill the book.
Won't you help to sing,
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever had,
Redemption songs.
All I ever had,
Redemption songs.
These songs of freedom.
Songs of freedom.
Songwriters: Hawkins, Edwin / Marley, Bob
Redemption Song lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Stock: wikipedia
The photograph of Bob Marley is not my work, obviously. However, the artwork is ©jackiecrossley
I went to my grandson Dustin's birthday party today. In his backyard he has a robin's nest on top of his gate. Mama looks so hot & tired. But she has 4 adorable bottomless pits with mouths wide open waiting for food. Mothers all over the world can totally relate.
American Robin Family (Turdus migratorius)
My photos can also be found at kapturedbykala.com
The "Bottomless Lake," located about 10 miles east of Roswell. So called because there was an underground stream that ran through the lake and on into some underground limestone -- so if you dropped a weight from a boat in the middle of the lake, it would be sucked along by the current, and give the impression that the lake itself was bottomless. Anyway, it was a popular swimming spot during the summer.
It's not too far from the house in Roswell, NM where I lived with my parents and two of my five sisters. The photo was taken nearly 40 years after we first moved into the house, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Roswell) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch7.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
So, what do I remember about the year that I spent in Roswell? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now (including some of the drive from Roswell to Riverside, CA where our family moved next), as well as some “real” contemporaneous photos I’ve found in family scrapbooks.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
I discovered roller skates while I lived here — perhaps aided by the presence of nice, smooth, wide sidewalks throughout this whole area of town. Sometimes my mother sent me on a small shopping expedition to the local grocery store, about two blocks away, to buy a quart of milk or a couple of other minor things. The shorts that I wore had no pockets (I have no idea why), so I put the coins that my mother gave me into my mouth, for safekeeping. That way, I had both hands free in case I tripped and fell … but if I had done so, I probably would have swallowed the coins.
For Christmas that year (i.e., Christmas of 1953), I was given a .22-caliber rifle. Even today, it would cause only a shrug in many rural parts of the U.S.; and it was certainly unremarkable in the 1950s. My dad felt that every boy should have a rifle, and should learn how to shoot it, clean it, and take care of it in a responsible fashion. I think his intention was to take me out into the open area outside of Roswell, to shoot at rabbits or gophers; but we ended up shooting at cans and bottles in the local dump.
In 1953, Roswell had not acquired any fame or attention for its proximity to the alleged alien landing in 1947. Trust me: if there had been even a hint of a rumor, the young kids in that town would have heard about it. Whatever may (or may not) have happened there . If you have no idea what this is all about, take a look at en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roswell_UFO_incident
For young boys, it was great sport to shoot at moving creatures. Dogs and cats were considered off-limits; and as implied above, we were not allowed to wander the streets with a .22 rifle. But we all had slingshots, and there were an infinite number of lizards in the area. Unfortunately, lizard were far too quick to hit with a relatively inaccurate slingshot (especially if shot with an unevenly-shaped rock; and it was only a year later, in California, that I began shooting marbles). Our greatest success was actually with slower creatures: horned toads, usually referred to as “horny toads,” or just “horns.” Indeed, they were slow enough that you could capture them with bare hands. You probably have no idea what I’m talking about, so take a look at this National Geographic article: animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/reptiles/horned-toad/
Rosy: While I wanted to be dangled over a bottomless pit for this challenge Lindamom disagreed. The photo on the right was taken in 2010. I found this wood in the back over a hole and took a new photo. So only half of this photo can be the challenge.
Black Holes May Hide a Mind-Bending Secret About Our Universe
By Dennis Overbye
Published Oct. 10, 2022
Updated Oct. 12, 2022
For the last century, the biggest bar fight in science has been between Albert Einstein and himself.
On one side is the Einstein who in 1915 conceived general relativity, which describes gravity as the warping of space-time by matter and energy. That theory predicted that space-time could bend, expand, rip, and quiver like a bowl of Jell-O and disappear into those bottomless pits of nothingness known as black holes.
On the other side is the Einstein who, starting in 1905, laid the foundation for quantum mechanics, the nonintuitive rules that inject randomness into the world — rules that Einstein never accepted. According to quantum mechanics, a subatomic particle like an electron can be anywhere and everywhere at once, and a cat can be both alive and dead until it is observed. God doesn’t play dice, Einstein often complained.
Gravity rules outer space, shaping galaxies and indeed the whole universe, whereas quantum mechanics rules inner space, the arena of atoms and elementary particles. The two realms long seemed to have nothing to do with each other; this left scientists ill-equipped to understand what happens in an extreme situation like a black hole or the beginning of the universe.
But a blizzard of research in the last decade on the inner lives of black holes has revealed unexpected connections between the two views of the cosmos. The implications are mind-bending, including the possibility that our three-dimensional universe — and we ourselves — may be holograms, like the ghostly anti-counterfeiting images that appear on some credit cards and drivers licenses. In this version of the cosmos, there is no difference between here and there, cause and effect, inside and outside or perhaps even then and now; household cats can be conjured in empty space. We can all be Dr. Strange.
“It may be too strong to say that gravity and quantum mechanics are exactly the same thing,” Leonard Susskind of Stanford University wrote in a paper in 2017. “But those of us who are paying attention may already sense that the two are inseparable, and that neither makes sense without the other.”
That insight, Dr. Susskind and his colleagues hope, could lead to a theory that combines gravity and quantum mechanics — quantum gravity — and perhaps explains how the universe began.
Did you know you can share 10 gift articles a month, even with nonsubscribers?
Share this article.
Einstein vs. Einstein
The schism between the two Einsteins entered the spotlight in 1935, when the physicist faced off against himself in a pair of scholarly papers.
In one paper, Einstein and Nathan Rosen showed that general relativity predicted that black holes (which were not yet known by that name) could form in pairs connected by shortcuts through space-time, called Einstein-Rosen bridges — “wormholes.” In the imaginations of science fiction writers, you could jump into one black hole and pop out of the other.
In the other paper, Einstein, Rosen and another physicist, Boris Podolsky, tried to pull the rug out from quantum mechanics by exposing a seeming logical inconsistency. They pointed out that, according to the uncertainty principle of quantum physics, a pair of particles once associated would be eternally connected, even if they were light-years apart. Measuring a property of one particle — its direction of spin, say — would instantaneously affect the measurement of its mate. If these photons were flipped coins and one came up heads, the other invariably would be found out to be tails.
To Einstein, this proposition was obviously ludicrous, and he dismissed it as “spooky action at a distance.” But today physicists call it “entanglement,” and lab experiments confirm its reality every day. Last week the Nobel Prize in Physics was awarded to a trio of physicists whose experiments over the years had demonstrated the reality of this “spooky action.”
The physicist N. David Mermin of Cornell University once called such quantum weirdness “the closest thing we have to magic.”
As Daniel Kabat, a physics professor at Lehman College in New York, explained it, “We’re used to thinking that information about an object — say, that a glass is half-full — is somehow contained within the object. Entanglement means this isn’t correct. Entangled objects don’t have an independent existence with definite properties of their own. Instead they only exist in relation to other objects.”
Einstein probably never dreamed that the two 1935 papers had anything in common, Dr. Susskind said recently. But Dr. Susskind and other physicists now speculate that wormholes and spooky action are two aspects of the same magic and, as such, are the key to resolving an array of cosmic paradoxes.
Throwing Dice in the Dark
To astronomers, black holes are dark monsters with gravity so strong that they can consume stars, wreck galaxies and imprison even light. At the edge of a black hole, time seems to stop. At a black hole’s center, matter shrinks to infinite density and the known laws of physics break down. But to physicists bent on explicating those fundamental laws, black holes are a Coney Island of mysteries and imagination.
In 1974 the cosmologist Stephen Hawking astonished the scientific world with a heroic calculation showing that, to his own surprise, black holes were neither truly black nor eternal, when quantum effects were added to the picture. Over eons, a black hole would leak energy and subatomic particles, shrink, grow increasingly hot and finally explode. In the process, all the mass that had fallen into the black hole over the ages would be returned to the outer universe as a random fizz of particles and radiation.
This might sound like good news, a kind of cosmic resurrection. But it was a potential catastrophe for physics. A core tenet of science holds that information is never lost; billiard balls might scatter every which way on a pool table, but in principle, it is always possible to rewind the tape to determine where they were in the past or predict their positions in the future, even if they drop into a black hole.
But if Hawking were correct, the particles radiating from a black hole were random, a meaningless thermal noise stripped of the details of whatever has fallen in. If a cat fell in, most of its information — name, color, temperament — would be unrecoverable, effectively lost from history. It would be as if you opened your safe deposit box and found that your birth certificate and your passport had disappeared. As Hawking phrased it in 1976: “God not only plays dice, he sometimes throws them where they can’t be seen.”
His declaration triggered a 40-year war of ideas. “This can’t be right,” Dr. Susskind, who became Hawking’s biggest adversary in the subsequent debate, thought to himself when first hearing about Hawking’s claim. “I didn’t know what to make out of it.”
Image A white, illustrated cat sits in the middle of the page, staring out, and dark blue lines radiate from behind it like a scintillating star.
Credit...Leonardo Santamaria
Encoding Reality
A potential solution came to Dr. Susskind one day in 1993 as he was walking through a physics building on campus. There in the hallway he saw a display of a hologram of a young woman.
A hologram is basically a three-dimensional image — a teapot, a cat, Princess Leia — made entirely of light. It is created by illuminating the original (real) object with a laser and recording the patterns of reflected light on a photographic plate. When the plate is later illuminated, a three-dimensional image of the object springs into view at the center.
“‘Hey, here’s a situation where it looks as if information is kind of reproduced in two different ways,’” Dr. Susskind recalled thinking. On the one hand, there is a visible object that “looked real,” he said. “And on the other hand, there’s the same information coded on the film surrounding the hologram. Up close, it just looks like a little bunch of scratches and a highly complex encoding.”
The right combinations of scratches on that film, Dr. Susskind realized, could make anything emerge into three dimensions. Then he thought: What if a black hole was actually a hologram, with the event horizon serving as the “film,” encoding what was inside? It was “a nutty idea, a cool idea,” he recalled.
Across the Atlantic, the same nutty idea had occurred to the Dutch physicist, Gerardus ’t Hooft, a Nobel laureate at Utrecht University in the Netherlands.
According to Einstein’s general relativity, the information content of a black hole or any three-dimensional space — your living room, say, or the whole universe — was limited to the number of bits that could be encoded on an imaginary surface surrounding it. That space was measured in pixels 10⁻³³ centimeters on a side — the smallest unit of space, known as the Planck length.
With data pixels so small, this amounted to quadrillions of megabytes per square centimeter — a stupendous amount of information, but not an infinite amount. Trying to cram too much information into any region would cause it to exceed a limit decreed by Jacob Bekenstein, then a Princeton graduate student and Hawking’s rival, and cause it to collapse into a black hole.
“This is what we found out about Nature’s bookkeeping system,” Dr. ’t Hooft wrote in 1993. “The data can be written onto a surface, and the pen with which the data are written has a finite size.”
The Soup-Can Universe
The cosmos-as-holograph idea found its fullest expression a few years later, in 1997. Juan Maldacena, a theorist at the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, N.J., used new ideas from string theory — the speculative “theory of everything” that portrays subatomic particles as vibrating strings — to create a mathematical model of the entire universe as a hologram.
In his formulation, all the information about what happens inside some volume of space is encoded as quantum fields on the surface of the region’s boundary.
Dr. Maldacena’s universe is often portrayed as a can of soup: Galaxies, black holes, gravity, stars, and the rest, including us, are the soup inside, and the information describing them resides on the outside, like a label. Think of it as gravity in a can. The inside and outside of the can — the “bulk” and the “boundary” — are complementary descriptions of the same phenomena.
Since the fields on the surface of the soup can obey quantum rules about preserving information, the gravitational fields inside the can must also preserve information. In such a picture, “there is no room for information loss,” Dr. Maldacena said at a conference in 2004.
Hawking conceded: Gravity was not the great eraser after all.
“In other words, the universe makes sense,” Dr. Susskind said in an interview.
“It’s completely crazy,” he added, in reference to the holographic universe. “You could imagine in a laboratory, in a sufficiently advanced laboratory, a large sphere — let’s say, a hollow sphere of a specially tailored material — to be made of silicon and other things, with some kind of appropriate quantum fields inscribed on it.” Then you could conduct experiments, he said: Tap on the sphere, interact with it, then wait for answers from the entities inside.
“On the other hand, you could open up that shell and you would find nothing in it,” he added. As for us entities inside: “We don’t read the hologram, we are the hologram.”
Image
Against a black background sits a rough, ghostly cat that looks as if it has been drawn from white scratch marks and cat hair.
Credit...Leonardo Santamaria
Wormholes, wormholes everywhere
Our actual universe, unlike Dr. Maldacena’s mathematical model, has no boundary, no outer limit. Nonetheless, for physicists, his universe became a proof of principle that gravity and quantum mechanics were compatible and offered a font of clues to how our actual universe works.
But, Dr. Maldacena noted recently, his model did not explain how information manages to escape a black hole intact or how Hawking’s calculation in 1974 went wrong.
Don Page, a former student of Hawking now at the University of Alberta, took a different approach in the 1990s. Suppose, he said, that information is conserved when a black hole evaporates. If so, then a black hole does not spit out particles as randomly as Hawking had thought. The radiation would start out as random, but as time went on, the particles being emitted would become more and more correlated with those that had come out earlier, essentially filling the gaps in the missing information. After billions and billions of years all the hidden information would have emerged.
In quantum terms, this explanation required any particles now escaping the black hole to be entangled with the particles that had leaked out earlier. But this presented a problem. Those newly emitted particles were already entangled with their mates that had already fallen into the black hole, running afoul of quantum rules mandating that particles be entangled only in pairs. Dr. Page’s information-transmission scheme could only work if the particles inside the black hole were somehow the same as the particles that were now outside.
How could that be? The inside and outside of the black hole were connected by wormholes, the shortcuts through space and time proposed by Einstein and Rosen in 1935.
In 2012 Drs. Maldacena and Susskind proposed a formal truce between the two warring Einsteins. They proposed that spooky entanglement and wormholes were two faces of the same phenomenon. As they put it, employing the initials of the authors of those two 1935 papers, Einstein and Rosen in one and Einstein, Podolsky and Rosen in the other: “ER = EPR.”
The implication is that, in some strange sense, the outside of a black hole was the same as the inside, like a Klein bottle that has only one side.
How could information be in two places at once? Like much of quantum physics, the question boggles the mind, like the notion that light can be a wave or a particle depending on how the measurement is made.
What matters is that, if the interior and exterior of a black hole were connected by wormholes, information could flow through them in either direction, in or out, according to John Preskill, a Caltech physicist and quantum computing expert.
“We ought to be able to influence the interior of one of these black holes by ‘tickling’ its radiation, and thereby sending a message to the inside of the black hole,” he said in a 2017 interview with Quanta. He added, “It sounds crazy.”
Ahmed Almheiri, a physicist at N.Y.U. Abu Dhabi, noted recently that by manipulating radiation that had escaped a black hole, he could create a cat inside that black hole. “I can do something with the particles radiating from the black hole, and suddenly a cat is going to appear in the black hole,” he said.
He added, “We all have to get used to this.”
The metaphysical turmoil came to a head in 2019. That year two groups of theorists made detailed calculations showing that information leaking through wormholes would match the pattern predicted by Dr. Page. One paper was by Geoff Penington, now at the University of California, Berkeley. And the other was by Netta Engelhardt of M.I.T.; Don Marolf of the University of California, Santa Barbara; Henry Maxfield, now at Stanford University; and Dr. Almheiri. The two groups published their papers on the same day.
“And so the final moral of the story is, if your theory of gravity includes wormholes, then you get information coming out,” Dr. Penington said. “If it doesn’t include wormholes, then presumably, you don’t get information coming out.”
He added, “Hawking didn’t include wormholes, and we are including wormholes.”
Not everybody has signed on to this theory. And testing it is a challenge since particle accelerators will probably never be powerful enough to produce black holes in the lab for study, although several groups of experimenters hope to simulate black holes and wormholes in quantum computers.
And even if this physics turns out to be accurate, Dr. Mermin’s magic does have an important limit: Neither wormholes nor entanglement can transmit a message, much less a human, faster than the speed of light. So much for time travel. The weirdness only becomes apparent after the fact, when two scientists compare their observations and discover that they match — a process that involves classical physics, which obeys the speed limit set by Einstein.
As Dr. Susskind likes to say, “You can’t make that cat hop out of a black hole faster than the speed of light.”
Correction: Oct. 10, 2022
An earlier version of this article misidentified the academic affiliation of the physicist Don Marolf. It is the University of California, Santa Barbara, not the University of California, Santa Cruz.
Dennis Overbye joined The Times in 1998, and has been a reporter since 2001. He has written two books: “Lonely Hearts of the Cosmos: The Story of the Scientific Search for the Secret of the Universe” and “Einstein in Love: A Scientific Romance.” @overbye
Miniature upside down Pyramid images and the sign of INFINITE through a glass of water. Post processed in Adobe Lightroom CC and Photoshop 2021.
Dear Journal,
It is strange, the difference between the feeling of sailing carelessly through the vastness of open sky, and the feeling of staring down into the black, bottomless throat of a cavern. Instead of seeing as far as one may wish to look, one’s vision is blocked by the impassable, unwavering blackness.
“Ready, Mister Zenas?” my friend John called down.
“Ready!” I lied.
The rope descended, and I with it. Down, down, down… I was lowered deeper and deeper into the increasingly cold heart of the island. Oh, the places I’ll go and the things I’ll do in the name of discovery! The tantalizing temptation of finding the treasure drew me irresistibly… in spite of the increasing sense of claustrophobia that clasped its tight embrace about me.
At long, long last, I touched down on the soggy, gritty surface of the cavern floor and, clutching my rope, peered around into the absolute midnight of the massive cave. Behind me, there, something caught my eye. A tiny glimmer of light – it came from a small tunnel. I could hear the sloshing sound of water as I slowly inched towards it.
Once through, I encountered another cavern, smaller than the last one and… surprisingly beautiful. Purplish foliage clambered down from the heights above, and amid the rocks grew pockets of glowing mushrooms, quietly lighting the shadows. A collection of small waterfalls fed several trickling rivers that drained into a rushing whirlpool on the left of the cavern. In the center of the cavern was a small isle of wet sand, in the middle of which stood a lone column, atop which laid a small, golden artifact. The moment I espied it I knew, after weeks of travel, I had found what I sought.
I crept up towards it in the soft beam of light, mist drifting hazily around me. I circled the item, examining its every beautiful detail before I could dare to reach out and lift it up from its base.
But then, Journal, the unmistakable sound of a flintlock pistol being cocked echoed off the walls of the rocky chamber. I froze, the untouched golden relic still before me, and slowly glanced up to see a figure standing opposite me.
“I will not insult your intelligence, Mr. Abbington, as long as you do not explore the boundaries of my patience.” A confident and mellifluous voice flowed from the tall, mysteriously black-clad figure. His pistol gleamed, aimed directly at my heart. Terrifyingly, one could not see his features, for his face was entirely covered in spotless, filmy cloth. No doubt he could see outwards, but none could look in at him.
I was shivering. “Who-o-o are you?”
“I see no purpose in divulging my identity to you, nor that of my companion.” To my horror, another figure, similarly dressed, though a bit heftier in the shoulders, stood just past him. He too was armed with a flintlock.
Suddenly my thoughts darted in a different direction. “Wait, what have you done with John?”
“Your companion? I underestimated the speed and agility of his craft. He sailed off and made good his escape. I am certain he understood the message of my cannons and he shall not be trifling with me any further.” A tiny click announced the removal of his weapon’s safety latch. “Now, Mr. Abbington, as your conversational abilities leave much to be desired… the tablet, if you please.”
It was then that I saw my opportunity. I snatched the golden square and held it, ready to cast into the whirlpool swirling just within reach of me. The man and his companion started in shock.
“Now, you masked man, I will not insult your intelligence. Lower your weapon and leave, or I shall toss this tablet to the waters.”
The stranger chuckled menacingly. “I am more than prepared to murder for that tablet. Are you prepared to die for it?”
“I suppose I will have to find out!” I cried, hurling myself and said tablet into the whirlpool in one swift dive.
I shall write again, dear Journal, as soon as I may, and explain just how I came to be writing this entry and not drowned.
-Zenas Abbington
There are many hazards on the reef... slippery algae, crashing waves, sharp rocks... and then there is this. A seemingly bottomless pit, I can't even imagine what would happen if you were not watching your step and happened to walk into here.
Hope everyone had a safe and Merry Christmas!
Memory and recollection … In Memoriam Vincent Paul Abate and Andrew Anthony Abate, two names among the 2,977 victims …
longisland.newsday.com/911-anniversary/victims/Vincent-Abate
The Blue Lagoon is a natural lagoon, situated roughly seven miles east of Port Antonio (Jamaica). The deep lagoon was once thought to be bottomless but divers have since determined it's depth to be around 180 feet.
The most striking feature about the Blue Lagoon is its mystical blue colour which changes throughout the day, depending on the angle of the sun. A day spent by the Blue Lagoon can see the hue change from turquoise to sapphire to deep blue. When you go swimming in the blue lagoon, you'll be massaged by streams of warm water from the Caribbean Sea and refreshing jets of icy fresh water from the underground streams which feed the lagoon.
The site was originally called The Blue Hole. However, following the success of the Brooke Shields film "The Blue Lagoon" which was filmed here, the site was re-named "The Blue Lagoon". The Blue Lagoon has attracted many high profile visitors, including Robin Moore, who wrote the French Connection whilst living here.
There used to be a restaurant on the banks of the Lagoon but that was closed down following damage caused by hurricane Ivan. The Lagoon is closed to the general public but the boatman who are stationed by the fence can take you on boat rides around to the lagoon, some may even open the fence to let you take a look.
This infrared photograph captures a surreal, meditative view of Feneketlen-tó (the "Bottomless Lake") in Budapest, Hungary.
The trees glow white, the fountain gently ripples the dark water, and the dramatic sky seems to press gently against the horizon. Framed by light and calm, the church towers rise like a dream, distant but grounded.
Infrared transforms the familiar into the unseen — this isn't fantasy, but a different spectrum of truth. A scene of silence, shadow, and soft wonder, where the visible world gives way to something deeper.
📍 Location: Feneketlen-tó, Budapest, Hungary
️ Part of my Infrared Light and Stillness series.
SITTING ON THE EDGE OF the Oregon coast near Cape Perpetua, a gaping, seemingly bottomless sinkhole swallows the unbroken stream of seawater around it. Thor’s Well, as the natural wonder is known, is not actually bottomless; it is, however, very dangerous.
Also known as the drainpipe of the Pacific, the well is actually a hole in the rock that only appears to drain water from the ocean. According to some researchers, the well probably started out as a sea cave dug out by the waves, before the roof eventually collapsed and created openings at the bottom and top through which the ocean sprays. The huge hole is likely only around 20 feet (six meters) deep, but it still manages to produce amazing sights. (Not for the faint of heart, however!)
The site is most spectacular at high tide, or during storms when water washes violently over the rocks and funnels into the hole. During these sudden torrents, unsuspecting visitors to the site run the risk of being swept right into the maelstrom. Regardless of the risks, photographers and nature lovers continue to flock to the stunning fountain to see the aggressive waters that live up to their godly namesake’s stormy personality. The best time to visit Thor’s Well is one hour before the high tide to see it without water and then observe how the formation fills up.
A .75 caliber AT rifle used by Russian snipers during the Great Outbreak.
Credit to Matt for the grip and Casey for the wood grain.
After some insecurities,
first stumbling steps,
bottomless excitement,
daring fickleness
and a climb up the hill.
After a time of years it is,
that one reaches,
certain heights,
receives certain views
of life
and of things within
oneself.
Now,
therefore you have gained more experience,
have developed yourself,
your path will bring you down again.
Back again.
Seasoned
and with all sereneness,
you can enjoy this stage of life.
Each step,
taken regardfully,
whilst rolling down the hill,
finding your joy
in observing the view
and in just being there.
For yourself
and for others.